Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate. 556

-Marvell, Andrew
c.1650^1652  'The Mower to the Glo- Worms' (published1681).

I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

-Millay, Edna St Vincent
  Harp-Weaver and Other Poems,'Sonnet19:  What lips my lips have kissed'.

  Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.

-Milton,John
c.1631 L'Allegro, l.129^30.

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

-Moore,Thomas
  Irish Melodies,'' Tis the Last Rose of Summer'.

All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away. They seemed no threat to us at all.

-Muir, Edwin
  The Voyage,'The Castle', stanza1.

Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year; The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.

-Nashe,Thomas
  Summer's Last Will and Testament,'Song'.

Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland.

-Noyes, Alfred
  'The Barrel-Organ'.

Before the war, and especially before the Boer War, it was summer all the year round.

-Orwell, George pseudonym of  Eric Arthur Blair
  Coming Up For Air, pt.2, ch.1.

These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink fromtheservice of his country; but hethat standsit now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.

-Paine,Thomas
  The Crisis, introduction, Dec.

Play ball! Means something more than runs Or pitches thudding into gloves! Remember through the summer suns This is the game your country loves.

-Rice, Grantland
Quoted in ColinJarmanThe Guinness Dictionary of Sports Quotations (1990).

The oldest griefs of summer seem less sad than drone of mowers on suburban lawns and girls'thin laughter, to the ears that hear the soft rain falling of the failing stars.

-Rickword, Edgell
  'Regret for the Passing of the Entire Scheme ofThings'.

Forget not bees in winter, though they sleep, For winter's big with summer in her womb.

-Sackville-West,Vita (Victoria Mary)
  The Land,'Spring'.

Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a huge silence Endlessly repeating something we cannot hear. Inarticulate, arctic, Not written on by history, emptyas paper, It leans away from the world with songs in its lakes Older than love, and lost in the miles. 722

-Scott, F(rancis) R(eginald)
  Of Canada.'Laurentian Shield'.

O, Brignal banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer queen.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Rokeby, canto 3, stanza16.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us,övisiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty'.

The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is pastöthere is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty'.

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Ode to theWestWind', l.29^36.

It was a summer evening, Old Kasper's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

-Southey, Robert
  'The Battle of Blenheim'.

  In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street.

-Stevenson, Robert Louis
  A Child's Garden ofVerses, no.1,'Bed in Summer', stanzas1^2.

   Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

-Tennyson
  The Princess, pt.4, added song, stanzas 3^4.